The teller’s lore of the cellar’s door

(Best read out loud:~)

I am the cellar door
I have many rusty locks
Open me and hell or more
Will strip you down to your socks

I am the cellar door
I have unique secrets you see
Until the dweller poor
Opened me with the aged key

I am the cellar door
I possess such a mighty gale
From my propeller four
That fool became a coffin nail

Someone, close the damn cellar door.

image courtesy of Thor Carlson
(via Flickr Creative Commons)

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This short poem is written based on the prompt: So “cellar door” and a propeller… use either or both to craft your piece. Happy writing!